Our cities seem to
drownDue to eternal rainfallI watch the riversTurn into GoldUnder a genial sunWhen snow capped forestsCreate
visions larger than lifeThen I realise where I belongMy eyes have seen the continentsThe beauty of foreign
civilisations

An uncontrollable desire forces me to wanderYet echoes of melancholy and rememberingThe splendour being mine
(make me turn home)Where castles and towers are the sole mountainsAnd father time seems to have less gripWhere castles and
towers are the sole mountainsThere my land can be found